Meant to be RedPicture a world where nothing makes senseUnless your mind is open to thinking that anything is possibleA caterpillar so wise and blueRoses that were white, secretly being painted another hueArmies made up of a deck of cardsAnd she the Queen, The Queen of HeartsWith her temper from hellShe wants nothing but your headWhat lures you into this world is the curiosity of everything unsaidAlong the way, a Cheshire Cat , a Mad HatterFlowers sing like a choirSometimes you're too bigSometimes you're too smallYet you can change that with the tools you've been givenNo matter how you feel, remain standing tallRelax, stay calm, follow the white rabbitYou wonder why you cannot get those roses out of your mindSlowly but surely your tale unwindsCan you take control of a chaotic world you created?And overcome beastly fears that are all in your head?Go back to the white roses that were meant to be redYou aren't who you say you are unless you believe itYour world is a maze, and only you can change itConfusion between twinsDistracting tea-partiesBeing cheated in a game of croquetYou fall uncontrollablyFear not, it is not your doomIt's your beginning in disguiseYou're like a rose in a garden of thornsYou're so much bolder nowYou have the key that unlocks the doorQuestion everything, and only ask moreFrustrations at times, it's like; is there anything you do right?Ridiculed, made fun of, because you're a threatBut do not fretIn the end; it's the fools that shine brightThe rose that blooms anywayThrough jagged edges, and a persistent fight.